Xiaoxiang is misty and rainy, and the desert is desolate. Love is a calamity, wandering mission. The light of the sword is what you see, and the shadow of the book is what you think. It is my belief to be sincere and sincere in my love, and my wish is to save books in prosperous times and troubled times. In the end, only Bo Ming Si Yi Qian Shan Hanako was left to make the verdict:
The wild moss in the forest leads to Yun's house, where the jade bones are pitied against the dust and sand. There is nowhere to talk about in front of the wind, and the number of crows returns.
Half a lifetime of duckweeds has passed away with the water, and a night of cold rain has buried the famous flowers. The soul is like a willow cotton blowing to pieces, wandering around the world.
——"I have only done two things in my life: I compiled a book and fell in love with a person. The book I compiled was treasonous and was burned and buried; the person I loved was never seen alive or dead. My life's struggle and deeds turned out to be nothing but vanity."